He didn't want to make her cry?
It seemed to her that that's exactly what he's after.
Leng Zhiyuan punched him with her fist. She stifled and said coquettishly, "Don't quibble. You did It on purpose!"
When she reached out her hand to punch him, the towel wrapped on her body slid down to the ground.
Leng Zhiyuan realized that she had done a very stupid thing when her body began to feel cold. She looked up at him, and the man was looking down at God knows where.
"Don't look, bastard!" She reached out her hands to cover his eyes.
At this moment, he kissed her.
Leng Zhiyuan struggled with all her might, but the man's tall body was like a wall that could not be moved. She wanted to force her way out, but he assertively pried open her mouth and consumed her sweetness like a storm. She had lost all strength in her legs and quickly gave in to his potent and barbaric kiss.
